The sky was already dark when Tang Hao emerged from the mountains.
In the village, smoke appeared from the chimneys on the rooftops, and the faint aroma of dinner permeated the air.
Before he had driven too far, he saw a minivan drive into the village and pass him at a fast speed. Tang Hao glanced at the minivan and was surprised.
There were two people in the vehicle. The person driving was a well-built young man of about twenty-something years of age. He had a square face and thick eyebrows. He looked rather masculine.
On the passenger seat next to him was a woman of similar age. She looked proper and had a charming air around her.
Tang Hao was unfamiliar with the woman, though he knew the man very well. His name was Shi Dazhu and he was his cousin.
